Adam (The Protectors #5)(43)

“Good try.” The gravelly voice tightened his hold when Adam struggled in earnest.

Adam was thrown in the van. He continued to fight until a fist hit him in the side of the head almost knocking him unconscious. Hearing Jill cry out brought him back. “Leave her alone.”

“Listen here, lover boy, don’t try to be a hero.” The man’s voice was close to his face. “As long as you and your friend here listen and obey, she will remain untouched and unhurt. You f*ck up, we will all have a go at her.”

Adam stopped his struggling at those words. “You lay one finger on her and I swear I will kill you.”

“Look forward to you trying.” Just by the man’s voice, Adam knew he was smiling.

As the van began to move, Adam did his best to clear his mind and document the directions in which they were going. Worry for his friends as well as losing his sight made this much harder. Repeating to himself the turns, stops and sounds, Adam had no idea if he had it right by the time they stopped. He had hoped Jill and Steve had been doing the same, which was fairly a good possibility, since the only sound in the back of the vehicle was breathing. Only one talked, but Adam calculated that there was at least seven or eight people crammed in the vehicle.

They stopped. Seconds later, the door slid open and they were roughly pulled out. Adam knew it was useless to fight and he couldn’t chance being knocked out. His worry was with Jill and Steve. He tried to send messages to both Jill and Steve, but they either weren’t getting them or…he didn’t want to think of the or.

“Jill!” Adam shouted, sudden fear filling him.

“I’m okay, Adam.” Jill’s voice came from behind him. “Just waiting for the Warriors to come and kick some serious ass.”

Laughter echoed around them. “Oh, waiting for heroes are we?” The gravelly voice cut through the laughter. “Funny, and here I heard you were the new heroes.”

“Fuck you,” Adam growled, and then was pushed hard. Knowing he was going to fall, he turned to the side to take the impact on his shoulder and side. He didn’t know what the hell they tied him up with, but the shit was strong.

“Tough guy, huh?” the man said, coming closer. “Sit him in the chair.”

Adam was picked up and placed on a chair; he could hear them moving away. “What do you want?”

“A lot,” the man replied. “But we can start out with each Warrior starting with Sloan Murphy.”

“We aren’t telling you shit,” Steve growled, and then started struggling, earning him a slap.

“Oh, but you will, future Warrior.” He laughed without humor. “You will tell me everything I want to know. Untie her.”

“No,” Adam shouted, knowing what was coming next.

“Get off me, you piece of shit,” Jill hissed, struggling against unseen hands.

“Leave her alone,” Adam warned, trying his best to break free from the binding keeping him from moving.

“Then tell me what I want to know,” the man countered, his voice indicating he was willing to do anything in order to get the answers he wanted.

“Don’t you do it, Adam!” Jill shouted, anger edging each word.

“Shut up,” the man ordered Jill.

“Screw you, *.” Jill cried out as a loud crash sounded in the room.

“I said leave her the f*ck alone.” Adam felt a small give in the binding, his anger boiling way past the point of control.

“Then talk!” The deep gravelly voice demanded with force. “Because in two seconds, I’m going to enjoy this nice piece of ass before passing her along to my men.”

“Tell them, Adam.” Steve’s voice shook slightly. “We can’t let them do that to her.”

“I swear, Adam, if you say one word, I will kill you. I will hate you. I will hate you and then kill you!” Jill cried out, her voice strong, but rambling threats.

“I told you to shut up, bitch!” The sound of a slap echoed in the room.

“Is that all you got, you bastard. You can’t do anything to me that hasn’t already been done, so go to hell,” she shouted at her attacker, her voice strong without a hint of fear.

“Dammit, Jill.” Adam said under his breath, his mind reeling.

“Did you hear me, Adam?” Jill screamed; this time urgency was in her voice as the sound of ripping material echoed in the room. “They can’t hurt me anymore than I’ve already been hurt! Do not let them use me against you! Stay true to the VC!”

“Stay true to the VC?” The man laughed hysterically. “What the f*ck does that even mean?”

“It means, you worthless piece-of-shit, that no matter what you do to me or my partners, we will never give in,” Jill spat the words at him.

“Well, we’ll see how you and your partners feel when every cock here is deep inside that tight little body, or better yet, we could bring in his other girl; the pretty blonde, Angelina I believe her name is, would just be a bonus—” His threat was cut short by the outraged roar that rattled through the room.

Adam broke the bond that held him immobile, striking out blindly as he flew from the chair. His rage knew no bounds, as past and present anger was unleashed. Voices shouted out warnings, but Adam was too far gone as he ripped the bag from over his face spotting the target standing over Jill. With one leap, he pulled back his arm striking out, hitting the man in the jaw and sending him across the room. Turning to confront the others, he lashed out, but stopped in shock as the Warriors who they were going to protect with their lives took him down, his sister’s lover the first to tackle him.